When the two of them arrived at Wen's house, Wen had already finished eating and turned on the lamp.

"Coming so late, I just thought that the two of you couldn't make this better tofu, so I ran away." Wen pulled the corners of his mouth and said.

"Thinking that this bean will have to be soaked for a long time, I came a little late." Zhuang Qingning said with a smile: "Uncle, you should rest early, let's go and get busy first, and we will try to be as quiet as possible at night, so as not to disturb your uncle's sleep." ”

"If you can know this, you two are not stupid."

Wen's tone was light: "This is old, sleep is light, if you tinkle again, you really can't sleep, you should pay attention, don't disturb the old woman and I sleep." ”

With that, Wen went back to the house.

Zhuang Qingning went into the tofu workshop, took some of the fences out of the water tank, and picked up a few at random to see how the beans were soaked.

The beans absorb water and expand, the volume becomes completely larger, and there is no hard heart inside, which is a symbol that the beans are completely soaked.

shouted Zhuang Qingsui to take the fence and basket to come over to catch the beans, and Zhuang Qingning began the first step of grinding tofu, grinding pulp.

The beans are added through the hole in the stone mill, and the stone mill is pushed, and the white viscous soybean milk gradually flows out from the gap in the stone mill, and falls in the stone plate at the bottom of the stone mill, and then collects and flows into the wooden barrel at the bottom from the hole at the edge.

Grinding soybean milk is the most time-consuming and laborious one, and in the past, when the Wen family also opened a tofu factory, there was a donkey at home, and the donkey was pulling the mill, so no one had to work hard.

At this time, there were no livestock to help, so Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui could only grind by themselves, busy grinding the soaked beans into pulp.

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Here, Zhuang Ruman's family is having dinner.

This order for dinner is considered late, and the oil light line is not bright, not to mention, and it costs the lamp oil tightly.

This is why most of the ordinary farmers rush to eat before dark, and go to bed early after eating, in order to go to bed early and get up early the next day, and also save some money for lamp oil and candles.

The Song family originally didn't want to spend this lamp oil, but there was no way to do it.

The first ten acres of fields at home have to be tended, but it takes several days to weed, and this time you have to put on chicken manure and water, and there is a lot of work.

There is also the vegetable field, which is also the time to plant cucumbers and beans and other things, but I haven't had time to do it, if it is a little late, it will be a long time, and there will be no vegetables to eat in the summer.

In the past, there were Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui, two old cattle who did a lot of work, ate little, and could work day and night, and the Song family could be a lot more leisurely, but this time there were no two people, even if they called Zhuang Qinghe and Zhuang Yuanzhong to come, they still didn't use it, and they didn't do anything.

After finishing the work in the field, I hurried back to cook, so panicked, hurried and hurried, I was still late for dinner.

"Ming'er is smarter, don't eat so late, you don't have to waste lamp oil." Zhuang Ruman took a sip of stick batter and said, "This lamp oil has been burning, and the smell is not good." ”

"Yes. I know. Song nodded again and again, and then looked at Zhuang Qinghe: "Qinghe, you will come back early tomorrow when you work in the afternoon and prepare the meal in advance." ”

"I see that you don't have much work to do when you work in the fields, so it is better to come back and cook early, so as not to have to toss this matter when I come back."

When Zhuang Qinghe heard this, he immediately frowned.

Because there are many people working in the field, she can still be lazy secretly, but now that the Song family has handed over the cooking work to her, won't there be no chance to be lazy and idle?

What's more, the smoke is burning, the face is dry, it is not tender, the pot is washed, the fire is burned, and the fingers are also grinded, how unsightly?

Thinking that he might become ugly because of this, Zhuang Qinghe immediately pouted.

"This used to be the work of those two dead girls, why do you have to let me do it now?"

"Ancestor, why don't you mention this?" Song's face turned pale suddenly, and he hurriedly pinched Zhuang Qinghe, signaling her not to speak again, and looked at Zhuang Ruman with great concern.

Since Zhuang Ruman came back from Lizheng Zhuang Jingye's house in the morning, he has been on fire, and he sees that her nose is not a nose, and her eyes are not eyes.

Also, after hearing that Zhuang Qingning led Zhuang Qingsui to set up a female household, and it has nothing to do with their family in the future, she can't beat or scold them in the future, and instruct the two of them to do their work plainly, not to mention that Zhuang Ru is full, and the Song family himself is very angry.

But it wasn't her turn to get angry at all, Zhuang Ruman had already scolded her for a bloody sprinkler, only scolding her for being shallow-eyed and unable to hold her breath, and her hands were not light or heavy on weekdays, and she forced the two good old scalpers away.

The Song family felt that he had done things inappropriately and caused trouble, but he didn't dare to speak up, and let Zhuang Ru shout and complain angrily.

finally waited until this time, Zhuang Ruman was tired of scolding, and the wood was already in the boat, and he didn't bother to talk more, Song only hoped that Zhuang Ruman would quickly dissipate his anger, this matter was over, and he never thought that Zhuang Qinghe would not die and mention this matter again.

Isn't this obviously adding to her heart, and even Zhuang Ruman, who is provoked, is not happy?

Zhuang Qinghe was originally dissatisfied with asking her to cook, but this time there was a burst of pain in her arm, which made her grin, and she cried: "Originally, this is to blame on the mother, if it wasn't for the mother who forced the two dead girls away, how could it be my turn to do this job?" ”

"The more you talk about it, the more you don't talk about it!" Song was scared and anxious, and angry that Zhuang Qinghe couldn't understand her eyes at all, so he only shouted: "Why do you mention this matter in a good manner?" With such a big girl, why can't you do some work? ”

"Why can't you mention the wrong thing that my mother did? It's a weird girl, otherwise I wouldn't have to do so much work, I wouldn't have to be so tired......" The more Zhuang Qinghe spoke, the more aggrieved he became, and the more he cried.

A handful of snot and a handful of tears.

The Song family who watched it was distressed and angry.

"Smack!" Zhuang Ruman's chopsticks in his hand slapped on the table.

"You can't stop eating, and it's useless to have one or two, just know how to cry, cry, cry Lao Tzu is still alive! ”

"This job can be done, you can't get out of it, and there are no idlers at home!"

Zhuang Ru shouted angrily, stood up, and went into the house.

Leaving the Song family, Zhuang Qinghe and Zhuang Yuanzhong, they didn't dare to come out of the last one.

Especially Zhuang Qinghe, he didn't dare to make a sound when he cried, and only wiped two handfuls of tears.

"Look, what did you make your dad angry about? Still crying? The Song family was also full of resentment when he saw Zhuang Qinghe, and reached out and nodded her forehead: "I really don't know how to grow this brain, so I have to open which pot to mention." ”